“I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss it,” the older man told her, discreetly popping a square of chewing tobacco into his mouth, “I've noticed a few strange things myself, like empty champagne bottles and takeaway cartons in the bin every night of the week.”
Sheila pursed her lips, thinking, “Champagne? Goodness me, that's some lifestyle.”
“What do you reckon we do a bit of spying?” Roly suggested, still not taking his eyes off the performers in the ring, “You could use your psychic powers?”
“My powers are not to be abused,” Sheila told him sharply, “I'm sure we can get to the bottom of it by natural means. Besides, it's hard to get up to anything untoward around here without somebody finding out!”
“Aye it is,” Roly conceded, looking her up and down, “Like sneaky trips to the market.”
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